Gothic Kitty this goes to You.

Listening to: Nothing

Mykel, this is for you.

You called me perfect on Myspace, and I know that you may think that but keep this in mind.

You know inside that I’m not perfect, if I was a couple of thing would be very different.

First I wouldn’t be writing this to you because if I was perfect I wouldn’t need a blog to waste my time away while I was at home because I would be able to think of way more productive things to do. Second I would have never even met you if I was perfect. We would have been way to different. Like, way to different, and you’d have tried to stab me or something. Not to mention I wouldn’t even be in MBMS because I’d probably be going to Chadwick and then we wouldn’t have all those wonderful memories of our years together.

“OMG you guys! Anyone can have an orgy! It’s just when a whole bunch of people get together and do something that they all like to do. GOLFERS CAN HAVE ORGIES!” Now you see, if I was perfect, none of that would have happened because I wouldn’t have had to take Study Hall. In fact like I said above I would probably be going to some elite school where I would have no fun because I wouldn’t find anyone there who liked Amy Brown or Evanescence or anything like that. I’d be stuck with books and left brained thinking and that’s just painful.

Being perfect is relative. To me for example perfect is an ant. An ant is perfect, he has nothing to worry about, just carrying food to his queen. He lives to serve his queen and he doesn't care about anything else. All his needs are taken care of, and his brain is too small to worry about things such as taxes or getting in to collage. His brain is too small to comprehend even things that are threats to him like feet or magnifying glasses. Mykel I also don’t prefer being called an ant. It makes me feel bad ^_^

I honestly don’t know what you’d call perfect but I can say it’s not me. I’m not German-Supermodel skinny, my eyes are useless and I’m a B student. For g0d sakes, I can barely walk three steps without tripping or running into a pole or wall. Mykel, No one’s perfect, and calling someone else that isn’t gonna make you feel better anyways.

But as far as trading opinions on ourselves goes, I’d gladly trade eyes with you anyday.

You know you love me!
Lara